Our Little Secret {One Direction}

Chapter 28

-NORMAL P.O.V-

I lean back in my chair as pain shoots throughout my body, a sick feeling erupting in my stomach. There's a few gasps as the others watch me wince in pain just from the slight touch of the seatbelt against my chest.

"Zoe..?" Niall whimpers, leaning forward from the back of the car as he stares at me in shock. A lone tear escapes the wells beneath my eyes as I click my seatbelt in and slowly look up from my lap, meeting Niall's worried gaze. He looks down at me speechless as a few tears roll down his cheeks. "Zoe who did this to you?" he whispers painfully, looking nervously at the space between us as he resists the urge close it and bring me into his arms. I shake my head as I look back down at my lap, too scared and hurt to say anything. Liam shuffles into the seat beside me as he carefully pulls me towards him, holding my head gently against his chest as he whispers sweet nothings into my ear.

"Zoe what happened?" he whispers calmly, rubbing soft circles on my back as he does his best to soothe me.

"I don't want to talk about..." I mumble, relaxing into his hold as I close my eyes tiredly.

"Zo-"

"It's done. It doesn't matter."

"Is she still gonna come to the concert tonight?" Zayn asks, remorse clear in his voice.

"I think it'd be best if Zoe stayed on the bus tonight lads. She could probably do with a good lie in." Paul says, his gaze set on the road as he turns into a small side street.

"Do you want to do that, Zo?" Liam asks, bending his head down to my level whilst he continues rubbing my shoulder. I nod my head slowly as I cuddle up to his side, my eyes getting heavy as I slowly drift off into a soft sleep; safe in Liam's arms.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel bad about not attending their first concert of the tour tonight. They're all really nervous and I wish I was there to support them, especially niall... We haven't spent much time together lately, it feels like it's been weeks when in reality it's only been a couple of days. Truth is though; there hasn't been time for us to spend together anyway. Which is weird because we spend almost two thirds of our day locked up on the bus with one another. But at the same time, it's not us 'together' because we can't actually do anything. There's no private space, like we had at home. If we were to sit on the couch cuddling, or share a bed, we may as well just blurt it out to them. It'd be that obvious anyway. And then there's Harry. Besides the fact that I haven't had the time to speak to Niall in person, I'm kind of contemplating whether or not I should tell him anyway. All it'll do is piss him off for no reason, there's nothing going on between me and Hazz and there never will be. So if I do decide to tell him, it'll just hurt him even more when he sees Harry and me together in the public eye, and he'll probably start assuming stupid things. It'll just be a whole big mess and I'm not sure it's worth it. I let out a long sigh as I lean back into the couch pillows, resting my head against the top. It's 9:38 so the boys should be back soon. I kick my feet up onto the couch as I flick through the channels on the tv, searching for something reasonable to watch. My phone buzzes on counter, a picture of Niall popping up on the lock screen as it vibrates noisily. I reach out to open it, relaxing into the cushions once again as I plonk myself back onto the couch.

*Niall: Hey princess, how are you feeling? x*

*Reply: Fine really, I think I was just a bit shocked tbh. How was the concert? xx luv you*

*Niall: It was okay, wish you were there though... Are you gonna go to bed now?*

*Reply: Dunno... why?*

*Niall: The boys and I were gonna go to maccas for a bit, wanna come?*

*Reply: Nah I'm good...*